Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing L. Decosne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scion,
Skarface,
Warren Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mars,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
Index,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
Blossom Toes,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Accadde A,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pierre Henry,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
The Sound,
Yaz,
Oneida,
Max Romeo,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.